My partner has a sexy, sexy tattoo of a feather that wraps around his forearm. It's very subtle and elegant, and the symbol means a lot to him (which makes it sexier). I've always enjoyed tattoos, and part of me has always wanted one. I've always doubted I would ever actually get one, though. My reason for most of my life - the one I tell people - is that I'm too fickle and I'd probably change my mind about it and be stuck with something. That hasn't stopped me from seriously considering what kind of symbol would be meaningful enough to have permanently inscribed on me. Other reasons include professionalism (weak, I know) and pain (I don't do pain). But the real reason lies within my lack of self-confidence.
See, to really show off a tattoo, the canvas has to look nice too. No one likes looking at tattoos that are etched into a jiggling container of fatty goo - which is pretty much all I have at this point. If I have a tattoo it will have t be in a place that is hidden during the work day - and all of those places are flabby and gross.
This is a goal that will ultimately come at the end of my journey. I still don't know what I would get tattooed; I have a few ideas but I imagine I would want something that commemorates this journey, that helps me remember where I came from and what the first twenty-some-odd years of my life were like - so I never go back. Oh! Maybe I could get a tattoo where if I get too fat again, the picture morphs into something like "Get Back In the Gym, Fatty!" ...
Yes, so, anyway. Get A Tattoo. Or Two.
Updated August 16, 2008
